There's nothing worth taking from the goblin. Some worn out old leather armour, and a battered shield. It's scimitar lies snapped underneath it, where the goblin fell on its weapon. Turning it over, it's easy for anyone to see that all it's teeth seem to have been filed into sharp points, almost like daggers.
Sylharice seems to be lost on his thoughts for a minute..suddenly he comments '' Malicious little creatures, usually weak on their own but in numbers they pose threat....my main concern is this is not a random attack..they operate as minions usually to a bigger intelligent and stronger creature which means there is a bigger fish in those waters .''
Surprised to see the goblin jump out the woods Norwin prepares himself to keep the goblin from fleeing. When he sees the arrow appear in it's body he looses a bit of his tention. He walks up to the horses to try and determine how they were killed and when. Also he will try and see if there is any indication who their former owners were, before they were probably ambushed just as the party just had.
Upon discovering these are Gundren and Sildar's horses he says: "These were our patron's... It seems something bad has happened to them" and he starts searching around to see if he can find tracks from them fleeing, or else their bodies
Jordar annoyedly looks at Sylharice as he grunts in pain, "Usually weak on their own!?" he shows his pierced shoulder, "You want another of these, then? Bah!" he checks the wound and tries not to move much, just thinking about the pain of removing it later, "That was uncalled for, all I'm saying... We haven't even been paid for this job yet, damned creatures."
The half-giant eventually approaches the felled horses close to Norwin, eyeing them from a distance, "Gundren's!?" he curses in Giant, "This job is getting more complicated by the minute."
Norwin searches around the place. Pointing out the things he finds: "It looks like the goblins have been using this site for some time now for ambushes all sorts of scraps here. And these horse tracks" he feels the ground "I believe them no more then 48 hours old, they lead in the direction of Phandalin, it seems the escorts got away safely."
He then follows some goblin tracks towards the bushes. "It seems there is a trail here, hidden behind these bushes, mostly walked by goblins I believe." he walks a few meters down the trail and stops all of a sudden: "And here! Drag marks. It seems some human sized bodies were dragged away over this trail. I feel we should follow... We should retrieve these bodies so we can give them a proper burial..." (his head jumps to conclusions rather fast sometimes)
"Agreed!" says Graeme. "I think we should move these horses ou' tha way and drag a couple of these goblins to the side of the road. Not sure wha' ta do wi' the wagon if we go after whoever got dragged away though."
"An I don't know 'bout anyone else, but I could use a wee rest before we do much more."
''We are on the same page !''says Sylharice and continues ''The fact that master Gundren might been captured or even worse worries me...he is like a family to my father afterall and i know what it means ..i propose an hours rest top Graeme.The more we are delaying the worst things might get..''
The rest of the party joins Graeme next to the cart, taking a breather after the short but intense fight with the goblins. Wounds are tended to and equipment checked, then it seems you all tacitly agree to settle down in silence, lost in your own thoughts.
The hour passes slowly, and you are left undisturbed though off to the north a flock of crows is disturbed, filling the air with their distant scolding croaks as they take flight. Eventually you feel at least a little refreshed, and are ready to continue on your journey.
<<Everyone add a short rest, you can roll hit dice if you want/need to>>
Sylharice takes a look again at the cargo.He pauses for a while holding his chin and then turns to the party and asks them" there are some useful staff here...we might need some of them as we have no clue to what lies ahead of us.If u agree with me maybe we can borrow some of those crowbars and a few lanterns..and some of the food as well..our hunt might last for a few days. What do u say?"
Jordar nods and moves in to help Graeme carry the weight, "I'd certainly appreciate if my belongings were returned after being left by the road like this..."
It doesn't take long for the cart to be safely hidden. From the track, it is impossible to see and you're satisfied that unless someone knew it to be there, it should remain undisturbed.
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While all this is going on, Mulligan collects her arrows from the previous battle. She then stays on watch, scouting around the area to make sure they are truly out of danger: Perception: 17
Sylharice turns to everyone I believe everyone here wants to find about gundren each for his own reasons.i intend to start now following those tracks.,are u with me?
The party discusses at length whether or not to use some of the food and equipment from the cart. Eventually Norwin, who thinks the dwarf may be dead, suggests that only equipment that might be useful in the recovery of Gundren should be taken, and reminds them that the cart is to be delivered to the supplies store in Phandalin.
Graeme cracks open the cask of oil, and fills a lantern with oil, then reseals the cask as best he can. He also opens one of the pork barrels and takes some meat, enough to last a couple of days.
With wounds patched and resolve steeled, the group starts to make their way up the trail.
Graeme releases a long whistle. "Champion shot, lass! Champion shot!" and throws Mulligan a thumbs up. "And nicely done, everyone!"
Graeme wanders over to the Goblin he killed and looks to see if there's anything worth taking.
There's nothing worth taking from the goblin. Some worn out old leather armour, and a battered shield. It's scimitar lies snapped underneath it, where the goblin fell on its weapon. Turning it over, it's easy for anyone to see that all it's teeth seem to have been filed into sharp points, almost like daggers.
Sylharice seems to be lost on his thoughts for a minute..suddenly he comments '' Malicious little creatures, usually weak on their own but in numbers they pose threat....my main concern is this is not a random attack..they operate as minions usually to a bigger intelligent and stronger creature which means there is a bigger fish in those waters .''
Surprised to see the goblin jump out the woods Norwin prepares himself to keep the goblin from fleeing. When he sees the arrow appear in it's body he looses a bit of his tention. He walks up to the horses to try and determine how they were killed and when. Also he will try and see if there is any indication who their former owners were, before they were probably ambushed just as the party just had.
Upon discovering these are Gundren and Sildar's horses he says: "These were our patron's... It seems something bad has happened to them" and he starts searching around to see if he can find tracks from them fleeing, or else their bodies
Jordar annoyedly looks at Sylharice as he grunts in pain, "Usually weak on their own!?" he shows his pierced shoulder, "You want another of these, then? Bah!" he checks the wound and tries not to move much, just thinking about the pain of removing it later, "That was uncalled for, all I'm saying... We haven't even been paid for this job yet, damned creatures."
The half-giant eventually approaches the felled horses close to Norwin, eyeing them from a distance, "Gundren's!?" he curses in Giant, "This job is getting more complicated by the minute."
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Norwin searches around the place. Pointing out the things he finds: "It looks like the goblins have been using this site for some time now for ambushes all sorts of scraps here. And these horse tracks" he feels the ground "I believe them no more then 48 hours old, they lead in the direction of Phandalin, it seems the escorts got away safely."
He then follows some goblin tracks towards the bushes. "It seems there is a trail here, hidden behind these bushes, mostly walked by goblins I believe." he walks a few meters down the trail and stops all of a sudden: "And here! Drag marks. It seems some human sized bodies were dragged away over this trail. I feel we should follow... We should retrieve these bodies so we can give them a proper burial..." (his head jumps to conclusions rather fast sometimes)
"Agreed!" says Graeme. "I think we should move these horses ou' tha way and drag a couple of these goblins to the side of the road. Not sure wha' ta do wi' the wagon if we go after whoever got dragged away though."
"An I don't know 'bout anyone else, but I could use a wee rest before we do much more."
''We are on the same page !''says Sylharice and continues ''The fact that master Gundren might been captured or even worse worries me...he is like a family to my father afterall and i know what it means ..i propose an hours rest top Graeme.The more we are delaying the worst things might get..''
Graeme drags a couple of goblin corpses to the edge of the road. "There. Anyone through here will kin there's goblins about."
Graeme sits down next to the wagon for a short rest.
The rest of the party joins Graeme next to the cart, taking a breather after the short but intense fight with the goblins. Wounds are tended to and equipment checked, then it seems you all tacitly agree to settle down in silence, lost in your own thoughts.
The hour passes slowly, and you are left undisturbed though off to the north a flock of crows is disturbed, filling the air with their distant scolding croaks as they take flight. Eventually you feel at least a little refreshed, and are ready to continue on your journey.
<<Everyone add a short rest, you can roll hit dice if you want/need to>>
Sylharice takes a look again at the cargo.He pauses for a while holding his chin and then turns to the party and asks them" there are some useful staff here...we might need some of them as we have no clue to what lies ahead of us.If u agree with me maybe we can borrow some of those crowbars and a few lanterns..and some of the food as well..our hunt might last for a few days. What do u say?"
"Aye. Good plan." Graeme says and takes a couple of days of rations.
"What do ye say we drag those horses ou' a the way an hide this cart oer' there?" Graeme motions to (roughly) K2.
Jordar nods and moves in to help Graeme carry the weight, "I'd certainly appreciate if my belongings were returned after being left by the road like this..."
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Sylharice as well conjures mage hand and helps with small things like bringing branches for covering the cart
It doesn't take long for the cart to be safely hidden. From the track, it is impossible to see and you're satisfied that unless someone knew it to be there, it should remain undisturbed.
While all this is going on, Mulligan collects her arrows from the previous battle. She then stays on watch, scouting around the area to make sure they are truly out of danger: Perception: 17
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
Sylharice turns to everyone I believe everyone here wants to find about gundren each for his own reasons.i intend to start now following those tracks.,are u with me?
"Aye! I'll go with ya." replied Graeme.
The party discusses at length whether or not to use some of the food and equipment from the cart. Eventually Norwin, who thinks the dwarf may be dead, suggests that only equipment that might be useful in the recovery of Gundren should be taken, and reminds them that the cart is to be delivered to the supplies store in Phandalin.
Graeme cracks open the cask of oil, and fills a lantern with oil, then reseals the cask as best he can. He also opens one of the pork barrels and takes some meat, enough to last a couple of days.
With wounds patched and resolve steeled, the group starts to make their way up the trail.
Graeme takes the lead as the group begins to follow the trail, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary (Perception Check: 17)